children of the grave
by Nonny21
Summary: part2 of fly to teh grave: every one know vampires can't have babies...right?  How will Vlad handle being a father again after 600 years... can the dark twins and their beautiful mother melt the ice around Dracula's heart?
1. Chapter 1

_**FYI I see Vlad as Vincent Perez, a totally gorgeous french actor! He isn't classically good looking but I can't keep my eyes off the man!**_

Thunder rolled in the distance and lightning lit the blackened sky. Just feet beyond the front porch the sea crashed unrelentingly onto the sand. Tavia sat curled on the swing, listening to the ruckus inside. Ian and Dove were attempting to get all ten children settled for bed, from the sounds of things it wasn't going well. Dove had already begun to sing, using her beautiful voice, and no little amount of her special ability.

It had been during the nearly suicidal rescue attempt of Tavia and the children that Dove had accidentally discovered her gift. Using her voice alone she could control humans, and vampires. The only people immune to her power were master vampires.

Tavia placed a hand on her gently sloping belly, feeling the power coming from the two children growing inside her. She was only a month along into her pregnancy and already she had a connection to her unborn children. She heaved a sight and sent a silent prayer into the night.

Before Cat and Bones had left to be alone, they had placed one phone call. He was coming, the father of her children was on his way. A chill ran through Tavia's body as a single name reverberated in her mind _Dracula_. She knew very well who he was, Mental had made sure she knew.

"You are baring the demon spawn of the damned." his voice taunted. "your children will be my perfect soldiers. An evil scourge we will release upon the world." Tavia's hands reflexively balled into fists, ready to strike. She would protect her children with her dieing breath. Her children would never be the monsters they wanted.

Sure strong booted strides sounded on the planks of the porch. "he's here." Ian told the women. Dove was holding Tavia's hand as the sat together on the couch. The door opened and a very angry prince of darkness stormed in. the anger flashing in his eyes rivaled the storm that was raging outside.

"where is she?" Tavia heard his voice, hard and flat.

"she and the babies are here, safe. But you have to calm down or you'll frighten her." Ian cautioned. Vlad took a deep breath, more an attempt to stamp down his rage than for the air. "she wasn't a willing participant in this either." a growl came from deep in Vlad's chest.

The whole situation wreaked of abuse and use, two things he would never subject a woman to. Yet some one had done it in his stead. His seed had been forced upon the poor unsuspecting woman. Here he was, about to force himself on her, no woman would bare his children out of wedlock. "i am calm now." he told Ian, who looked at him with eyes full of doubt.

Cat had explained a lot to him on the phone, a call he had never expected to get. She had told him things that were difficult to hear at all, never mind over the phone with an ocean separating them. The woman had been kept prisoner from an early age, turned into a vampire against her will, and impregnated with his own DNA. Who they had gotten a sample of his DNA he had no idea, but he would find out.

Cat had also mentioned that the woman was afraid that he would try and take the children from her once they were born. She need have no fear of that, It had been six hundred years since ha had been a father. Even if he remembered what it was one was supposed to do with children, he would not be able to do it alone.

Thinking of his long dead sons hurt, not just emotionally, but it caused a deep physical ache in his chest. His strong brave sons, gone too early, so young. Every one he love, dead. Vlad didn't know if he could survive fatherhood again. Holding those tiny forms in his arms only to have them grow and leave... or die.

What of the woman carrying his children. Would she accept him at all? Or would the fear they instilled in her be too much for them to over come? He could live with out her love, but he would not be denied his children, and they were a package deal.

"I'm fine." he told Ian again. His voice was calmer now. Ian inclined his head towards the room where the women waited.

Tavia held her breath when he strode into the room. He was better looking than the pictures she had seen. Tall and elegant, with a high forehead. He had long dark hair that hung to his solders, but was without the beard or mustache they usually depicted him with. He didn't look as harsh as she had expected. he looked more like a dark angel than the demon she had imagined. He was handsome!

Vlad's eyes fell on the women holding each other on the sofa and knew instinctively witch was Tavia. Woman was the word Cat had used, but to his eyes she was a child. She could have been no older than eighteen. She was long and thin, forever stuck in the awkward body of a teenage girl who had yet to develop the lusher curves of woman hood. She had her legs tucked up under her, one twig thin arm wrapped possessively around her stomach that still looked flat to him.

Light brown ringlets framed her face, shorter than his own hair, but perfect for the round shape of her head. She had plump pink lips, her little tong darted out to moisten them. When he met her eyes he was stunned, beautiful purple eyes stared deep into his soul. She was measuring him up.

Ian made a sound in his throat. "come my love." he held out a hand to Dove.

"we'll be in the next room if you need us." Dove told the younger girl. they were friends already and she was nervous leaving her. Tavia didn't look away from Vlad, but she nodded to let Dove knew she understood.

Vlad moved slowly, trying not to frighten the little girl. He took the chair across from her and waited for her to relax. After what could have been an eternity Tavia dragged in a ragged breath. "i know what you want." this surprised him, he had not told Cat his intentions.

"it will not be so bad." he tried to sound reassuring. She scoffed.

"you think I'm weak because I'm young? Well I'm not." he voice was strong now, so were her words. "you can't have them!" that got through. The girl really did believe he was here to take the children from her.

For a moment he thought perhaps it would be best to wait until she gave birth and just take them. If she was so paranoid perhaps there was something wrong with her. But he pushed the thought away, she had a right to be suspicious. "I'm not here to rip the unborn children from your womb, foolish woman."

she blanched, if that was possible. He realized she was sending all the blood in her body to the babies. He cursed himself for not being the ladies man Ian was. He had meant to say something soothing to assuage her fears instead he had frightened her more. If only the girl would stop looking at him like he was the bad guy. He hadn't been the one to do this to her.

"relax little mama bare. Your cubs are safe." he tried again. She blinked at him.

"mama bear?"

"you are fiercely protective, like a good mama bear should be. With me by your side our children will never fall into harms way, for I am the alpha wolf." he gave her a reassuring smile, a flash of white teeth with no hint of fang.

"by my side?" was the girl that daft.

"but of course. You did not think you could do this alone, did you?" she wasn't looking at him any more, instead her eyes traced the pattern on the rug.

"i can mange." she mumbled. Those sweet curls formed a curtain over her face so Vlad couldn't guess her emotions.

"well you don't have to. It will take a week or so to gather my people together. Once they are here we will have a binding ceremony and then you will come with me to my home." her head snapped up, violet eyes wide with shock.

"binding ceremony?"

"i was the prince of Wallachia. my children will be royalty, not bastards." Tavia's hands covered either side of the belly as if she could block the ears of her children. How dare he call her babies bastards!

"i don;t care who you were, right now you are Dracula!" she spit the name at him as if it was something foul in her mouth. "and I will not be bound to you!"

"what do you think you will do? Have your friends hide you? No Vampire would deny me my rights in this matter. Even if you took your plea to the law guardians, they would send you back to me. No little Tavia, you will be mine!" Tavia rose from the couch. hands still covering her stomach, as she stormed out of the room.


	2. Chapter 2

"that went well." Ian remarked. He had heard every word and come into the room after Tavia stormed out. "got a way with the girls don't you?"

"that girl is impossible." Vlad growled.

"no she is not." Dove stood beside Ian, hands on her hips. "Tavia is a strong, sweet, wonderful woman who has been through too much! You had better be good to her." this was her first time meeting Vlad, but she wasn't going to let him intimidate her.

"she is no woman." he pointed in the direction Tavia had disappeared. "that is a spoiled child."

"you are right, she is young. Maybe instead of barging in here with your 'I'm a big bad prince' routine you should have tried to channel your inner prince charming." she looked at him pointedly. "Cat said you were kind and funny. she also said we could trust you to do what is right. Don't prove her wrong." Vlad scrubbed at his face with his hands. Silently thanking Cat for her kind words, and damning himself for being an ass.

"you are right, of course." he gave a bow towards Dove. "it would seem the women in America have me beat in intellect. Cat will be pleased to hear I have finally admitted defeat." Ian wasn't sure who was more surprised his girlfriend or him. He had expected Vlad to snarl at Dove and tell her to mind her business. Not give her a courtly bow and make a joke.

"perhaps it would be best to give her some space." Ian suggested. "there is a room prepared for you upstairs."

Tavia clutched the familiar and calming form of her i-pod in her hand. She had demanded Bone's let her collect a few things before she'd allowed her self to be rescued. He'd been surprised when she grabbed only the i-pod off the bed and pulled a lap top case from under it. She hadn't wanted cloths or any of the few dozen stuffed animals that took up most of the space in the closet they called her room.

There were few things in this world that brought her joy, besides the children now growing within her, and she would not be with out them. Music, reading, writing... they calmed her mind enough so she could survive with out fear of her head exploding.

What she read, wrote, or listened to changed often. Few things could hold her interest for long, sometimes she loved a good romance, and other days all she wanted was the gripping fear and excitement of a horror novel. There were times, some times for days, that she only wanted to hear Irish drinking songs, then her mood would switch and nothing would sooth her like a cheesy boy band balled.

She didn't know what to listen to now, but just holding the i-pod helped her relax. The computer was sitting on the bed beside her, it's screen the only light in the room. She'd wanted to write in the file she called her journal, but couldn't form coherent enough thoughts to get out even a sentence. So she had curled her self into a ball on the bed, eyes closed, just holding the i-pod.

The room Ian and Dove had given her was huge by comparison to her closet at the hospital. It felt empty. After years of spending days on end in a closet, she felt uncomfortable in the open space. The closet door was open, she could see the hem of a skirt Dove had loaned her peeking out near the floor. It was even smaller than the other closet. Grabbing her computer, and still holding the i-pod, she crawled inside to sleep.

Mentally she cursed every romance novel she had ever read. Sure there had been a time when the heated love scenes and sweet words had kept her warm at night. She had loved them because no matter how twisted the plot, how evil the villain, or how stubborn the heroin... every thing ALWAYS turned out right in the end.

She hated them now for the same reason. Real life isn't some fictional story, you don't always get your man and ride away into the sunset. Sometimes you end up a pregnant, virgin, vampire. hiding alone in the closet because the father or your unborn, undead, children scares the living shit out of you.

Vlad sat alone in the room next to hers. He'd herd her crawl into the closet and wanted to break down the wall and pull her back out. Had he really become such a heartless cad in his centuries alone? He'd been thinking only of himself, and not of the frightened girl.

He kept thinking 'what have I done to deserve this'...was she thinking the same thing? She was to young to have ever done anything bad, never mind evil. She didn't deserve his temper. He tried to take a few calming berths, he'd need to keep a tight reign on his emotions if the girl was ever going to come around and see the light.

Children, Vlad could hear children laughing. He let his mind process the information, and wander to another time in his life. A time when the laughter of children meant opening his eyes to the smiling faces of his sons...and the loving embrace of his wife. His heart ached thinking of his boys. They had been strong handsome boys, even as babies. With their mother's sparkling blue eyes, his own fair completion, and quick intelligent minds.

A pink tear streaked down his face. His sons... the boys who had grown into men he was proud of, and had died to young. How he had loved spending time with them. They had pricked his temper, pushed him to the edge, just to test the limits and see how far they could go. Even then he'd had a dark fiery temper, but he had never struck his sons. He'd spent hours, time he was needed else where, romping and wrestling in the dirt with them.

_"your getting all dirty," the laughing voice of his wife chided. "just look at your cloths."_

_ "boy need a little mud on em' teaches them to be men." he'd informed her. She had just smiled knowingly. She had known as well as he had that he enjoyed being covered in dirt as much as the children did._

There was a knock at the door, it jolted him from his memories. "what?" his voice was gruff.

"are you dressed?" it was Dove. He looked at himself, he'd fallen asleep in his cloths.

"yes."

"good." she didn't wait for him to invite her in. "Tavia is up now." Vlad rose from the bed at once. Dove placed a restraining hand on his arm. "i wanted to talk to you before you go rushing out there, about her." he eyed her hand, but listened. "this pregnancy has not been easy on her, we found out when we rescued her that there have already been complications. I'm afraid for her life. if you go out there acting like the lord of the manner again and scare the pants off her she could have a miscarriage." his chest tightened.

"i don't care if you are happy about the children of not you will not purposely cause her to have a miscarriage!" Dove's tone was sharp. She had misinterpreted the look on his face. "Tavia wants these children, and a miscarriage might kill her as well as the babies. If she dies I will kill you. Do we have an agreement?" Vlad wrapped a hand around her wrist and pulled her hand off his arm.

"i have no intention of harming her, or the children." he told her, his voice flat and cold.

"well good then, she is in the backyard with my kids."


	3. Chapter 3

The sight that greeted Vlad when he stepped out into the light of day effected him like few things ever had. A way he thought nothing would never effect him again. He felt things! His chest tightened and his eyes pricked with tears. Tavia was seated on one side of a tiny plastic picnic table, a pale pink dress fluttering in the wind.

Several of the children Dove and Ian now claimed as their own were crowded around her. "want to play restaurant with us?" a young boy asked, he looked to be around eight.

"i would love to." she gave the kids a smile and he wanted her to turn that grin his way. A set of five year old twins, referred to as thing one and thing two, ran off towards a play kitchen. The boy stood straight and cleared his throat.

"what can I get you for breakfast madame?" Tavia looked pensive for a moment, then placed her order.

"I'll have the crapes please. With Strawberry creme filling, and lots of sausages covered in maple syrup." the kid pretended to write down the order, then hurried off to the twins in the kitchen. Vlad took up the other side of the table, Tavia didn't take her eyes from the kids. The boy returned with his hands full of wood-chips.

Tavia cupped her hands and accepted the offering. Vlad was horrified when she moved the dirt covered pieces of wood towards her face, afraid she might actually intend to put it in her mouth. She simply pretended to eat the "food" before tossing it to the side. "thank you, that was wonderful!" she said loud enough for the chefs in the kitchen could hear.

"what would you like for lunch?"

"i would like grilled chicken on a bed of fresh greens...make sure they are not wilted. I want sliced strawberries, red grapes, mandarin oranges, and candied walnuts on top. Drizzled with low fat raspberry vinaigrette." the boy nodded and ran off again. Vlad waited patiently while the game continued. The boy handed her more dirt and wood, witch she tossed over her solder and ordered again. "for dinner I want a steak. A juicy t-bone, cooked medium well with loaded mashed potatoes." there was a twinkle in her eyes, she enjoyed this game.

When the boy came back he looked at Vlad. "are you playing too?" Vlad nodded his head. "we are already on dinner, what would you like?" Tavia sat still, hands full of wood-chips, waiting for him to answer.

"i would like sushi, Boston roll if you have it, and french fries loaded with salt and vinegar." Vlad didn't eat often but when the mood struck him he did enjoy french fries and sushi. The kid made a face.

"raw fish?" Vlad nodded again. "OK." the kid sighed before going back to the twins. Vlad watched Tavia, she ha put her hand full of 'food' on the little table and was trailing her finger trough it. Avoiding hid eyes at all cost. The kid returned handing Vlad his own hand full of messy stuff. He didn't care if the suit he was wearing was worth more than the car he drove, he found he enjoyed interacting with the boy.

"do you want desert?" he asked Tavia, while Vlad pretended to eat his sushi and french fries.

"Tiramisu please. With whipped cream." she said, wiping the reaming dirt off the table.

"and you?" he asked Vlad.

"you know," Vlad flashed the boy a little green from his eyes, "i am feeling rather hungry, and you three kids are so sweet..." he was grinning, laughter in his voice. The twins came running over if the grownup was going to play a chasing game they wanted in. "i think I'll have you!" he lunged for the kids who ran and screeched with mock terror.

Tavia wanted to laugh, she wanted to jump from the table and be chased as well. Realizing where her thoughts had gone she suddenly wanted to run for her life in the opposite direction. It wasn't long before more of Ian's kids had joined in the chase. There were now six kids chasing Vlad around the yard, in their rendition of the villagers and the monster.

The game ended in a fit of giggles when Vlad fell dramatically to the ground, hands clutching his chest. "good bye cruel world!" he called.

"we go him Tavia!' little thing one told her triumphantly.

"good job!" she told the little girl, then silently added 'not shove silver through his heart and i'll be free.'

"i like you." the eight year old boy who had been play the weightier told Vlad.

"your not so bad yourself sport." Vlad liked that the children were so easily accepting him. Maybe showing Tavia his softer side would soften her.

"what's your name? Mine is Spencer."

"I am Vlad..."

"he is Dracula." Tavia had risen and joined them in the corner of the yard. Six pairs of big round eyes appraised him. "we watched Dracula 2000 the other night." she informed Vlad.

"why did you betray Jesus?" thing one demanded. Vlad glowered up at her, he hated that damned movie.

"I'm not that old little one, and I was not the first vampire." he sat up, taking the little girl on his lap. The other children gathered round when the girl asked the next question, one he knew she'd ask.

"who was?" Vlad took a deep breath, a little annoyed at Tavia for getting him into this. He had meat to romp with the children just long enough to prove he was not the devil she believed him to be. Now he was playing legend keeper and story teller. He did his best to make the story more child friendly, but since it was all about vampires there was still a considerable amount of death and blood in the tale.

Tavia stood back, listening intently to the hypnotizing sound of Vlad's deep voice. She knew the story, but it was one thing to read it in a book and another to hear it from the mouth of a powerful vampire. The children were just as riveted as she, they didn't interrupt him or ask questions. "whoa!" Spencer breathed when Vlad was done.

"that was cool!" one of the other boys agreed.

"do you know any other stories?" this one asked. Vlad cocked a brow at her. "one about a princess?" she sounded hopeful. Vlad considered the faces of the children, then looked up at Tavia before answering.

"once there was a beautiful princess," he began. "she was beautiful, and intelligent, strong and rich. She lived a very sheltered life, for the kingdom over witch her husband ruled was in turmoil. Her husband was a strong, and handsome man who loved her very much. He was sad to do the things he had to do to protect his wife and home.

Sometimes he had to be mean, but he tried very hard to be fair. There were greedy men who wanted every thing the handsome prince had for them selves. They attacked the castle, and the prince was wounded. The poor princess thought he was dead... and she was sad.

She didn't want to live without the man she loved. So she threw herself off the tower of their castle, plunging into the river below where she died. The poor prince was forced to spend the rest of his days alone. He had loved her and didn't think any woman could ever take her place in his heart." he looked at the child expectantly. She told him exactly what he knew she would, what every one had to say when he told them his tragic tale.

"you can love more than one person."

"i know that now little one." Vlad let his eyes raise to meet Tavia's, it may have been the way the sun was shining, but he could have sworn he saw the glinting of tears before she turned from him and ran back inside.


	4. Chapter 4

Vlad remained in the back yard with the kids, Tavia needed time to process her emotions. He chased them around, occasionally catching one. "dinner is almost ready." Tavia told them. He saw her bare feet approach as he was tumbling to the grass gracefully with Spencer in his arms.

"awe man." the boy grumbled.

"go get cleaned up." she pointed towards the house, the children obeyed and ran in. "you to, you have grass and wood chips in your hair." she told Vlad. He flashed her a toothy grin.

"That happens when you are rolling around on he ground." she didn't respond, her eyes raked over his body, taking in the grass stains on his knees and his unbuttoned shirt. She suddenly turned on her heel and headed back inside, leaving him to follow.

Tavia and Dove were in the kitchen cooking up a storm. They made macaroni and sauce with meatballs and garlic bread, enough to feed the army of children seated around the dining room table. Vlad and Ian were seated at opposite ends doing their best to keep the children under control. "Sara don't throw your fork at your brother!" Ian told a seven year old girl.

"Spencer don't tease her." Vlad warned. It was the third time he'd had to tell the boy to stop teasing his sister. Tavia appeared with a heaping bowl of pasta and the noise quieted. She scooped helping piles into each little bowl, careful to skip Vlad, Dove, and Ian. She put an extra large helping in her own plate and set to work devouring it all.

"What?" she asked defensively when she caught Vlad staring at her.

"i thought cat said you were turned," he took a deep breath in. "you smell like a vampire."

"so?"

"so why are you eating?" there was a collective gasp right before Vlad noticed his faux pas. He had just commented on a pregnant woman's eating habits. "shit." he hissed. The little girl beside him slapped a hand over her mouth to cover the shocked expression. "ah hell." he muttered again, then slapped a hand over his own moth.

From the other end of the table he heard a giggle, it was like quicksilver in his veins. His eyes shot to hers, Tavia was laughing. Her glittering purple eyes met with his for only a moment before she quickly sobered. Vlad was encouraged, at least he knew he could make her laugh. Perhaps laughter would be the key to this problem.

"Dracula has a potty mouth." thing one informed the table. Tavia smiled at the child, then her eyes flew wide in surprise. She reached out grabbing Dove's hand and pressed it to the belly.

"they moved." she whispered. Dove's eyes too, were round with excitement as the inhabitants of Tavia's body gave a firm push. Ian couldn't help himself, he reached over the table and put his hand on the now heaving stomach. Tavia laughed again and ripples of movement washed over her.

"they like it when you laugh." Dove told her. Vlad had to take deep healing breaths, controlling the urge to knock Ian and Dove away and cover Tavia's belly with his own large hands. As if she could hear his thoughts Tavia looked up at him, with a jerk of her head she gave her consent. Vlad was standing by her chair in a flash. Dove and Ian moved away.

Tavia reached up, grasping Vlad's wrist, the first time she had ever touched him. He sucked in a breath when she pulled him down to put his hand over their children. He knelt down beside her with excitement, but the movement had stopped. He began to feel a bit depressed. "just wait." her voice was low and calm. "they'll do it again." she assured him. They waited in silence, her hand resting over his.

Vlad heaved a sigh, resigned that he might be the only one to not feel his children. He would have pulled his hand from under her's but she tightened her grip. "tickle me." she advised.

"what?" he was shocked.

"they move when I laugh... you have to tickle me." Vlad didn't look sure, but she gave him a little smile before Vlad moved his hands and began to tickle her. She convulsed in the chair, her laughter filling his ears like the sweetest music. After a moment she tossed her head back, tipping the chair backwards.

Before either of them knew it they were laying together on the floor, his arms around her, one hand beneath her head to protect her from the fall. The were laughing and her eyes opened wide again. "now!" she told him, trying to move his hand back to her belly. He had been enjoying having his hands on her so much he had nearly forgotten about the purpose of his tickling her.

She lifted her shirt to reveal the soft expanse of her stomach, he placed a hand on her belly, his other hand still beneath her head. He leaned over her body, feeling the strange movements of the children inside her. Her breathing was shallow, his matched...neither noticed that they didn't actually need to breath. Their eyes were locked as their babies squirmed under his hand for the first time.

"i forgot mt dolly!" thing one's voice broke in. Vlad looked up to find that Ian and Dove had removed themselves and their ten children room the room to give them privacy. Tavia's cheeks flushed when she snapped back into reality and remembered where she was.

Seeing the panic in her beautiful eyes Vlad moved quickly to get them to their feet. "thank you." he told her, meaning it. She shrugged.

"yeah, whatever." he snorted. How he resented the current generations use of 'whatever'. It was their buffer from the real world. Tavia couldn't look at him, she left the room again, needing space. Tho she'd never admit it to him, she had been seconds away from raising her face to his...and kissing him.

She broke into a run, making it up the stairs before the tears began to fall. How could she have let herself go like that? She would not rick the lives of her children for one simple kiss. True she had never been kissed before, not really kissed. Not kissed the way a man and woman who were having children together should kiss.

Her heart was near breaking, for the pain of what she could never have. She couldn't let his little story, or the way his eyes locked on hers, or how nice her was with Dove's kids effect her way of thinking. Yes he smelled good, and the way his muscles rippled under his cloths promised his body would be a perfect specimen of man hood... but none of that mattered!

She crawled back int the bed of blankets and pillows she had mad in the tiny closet. Curled into a ball, alone in her tiny safe space, she could close her eyes and pretend that Vlad wasn't the monster she knew him to be. If he wasn't as bad as he was...than they could be together and have the babies and be happy.

But Vlad was a monster, even before he had become a vampire he had impaled people on sicks! Not the kind of man she want as a role model for her babies. Not the kind of man who would be tender and sweet and knowing. Would his kissed taste like blood?

He smelled like a cool crisp fall day, smoke form a wood fire and the sweet grapes that had grown wild in the woods near where she had lived as a child. How could he smell like her fondest memories and be so bad? When he was near her she could almost close her eyes and breath him in, hear the crunch of dried leaves beneath their feet. The babbling brook would be just around the corner, and the animals ran for cover at their approach.

She would love to be alone with Vlad like that, go back home and have a picnic in the woods...and do other things. Things she hadn't wanted to do before. But home held dark memories too...her family's limp bodies piled in the corner of the room. Alone and scared, covered in blood. The vampires glowing green eyes...

no! She would not go back there, EVER! But she did need to figure out what she was going to do. Vlad had wanted to take her to his home, she couldn't go there. She needed a home for her children and she was going to have to find one soon. She only had four months until the babies came, and they needed to be safe.


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